Chapter 639: Qing Emperor's Resurrection

The title "Great Emperor"—just two words—can dominate the past, present, and future, representing the pinnacle of combat power, the ultimate path, and the apex of humanity.

From ancient times to the present, only a handful of Human Emperors have existed, each leaving behind monumental achievements that reverberate through history and remain unsurpassed.

In the Post-Archaic Era, Emperor Qing was the only one to achieve emperorship in the last hundred thousand years. Has another Great Emperor suddenly emerged, barely ten thousand years after his passing?

This news exploded like a supernova and extinguished galaxies; it was almost unbelievable, so utterly shocking that people's hearts were filled with terror and dread.

This group of creatures glowed with myriad colors, each one crystal clear and no more than a foot tall. They resembled divine jade sprites but were extraordinarily powerful.

An ancient war chariot, seemingly coeval with the world, was crafted from stone. It stood just over a foot tall, pulled by a thirty-centimeter-long purple qilin, as it burst forth from the ancient cave.

"Those who disturb the Great Emperor's slumber shall die!" growled the foot-tall humanoid creature on the stone chariot, enveloped by 108 divine halos, as it roared out.

With a gentle wave, a flurry of ancient characters flew out, imprinting themselves in the void. Several powerful experts shrieked, flung away like torn paintings.

Each character was like a divine hammer, striking the powerful experts until they vomited blood and suffered broken bones—an irresistible force. They were embodiments of the original Dao; each character represented a different Dao.

Two of the powerful experts shattered beyond reassembly, their forms and spirits utterly annihilated. The other three's souls dimmed, and their bodies became pallid.

Seeing this, everyone fled without hesitation, as if flying. It was impossible to remain in the ancient cave; how could they resist such a terrifying existence? It was even more formidable than the red-haired creature.

"Where do you think you're going!"

The small, jade-like figure roared, its divine halos flaring brightly as it shouted from behind, driving the chariot in pursuit.

Above it, a small green dragon, less than a foot long, and a red-blooded divine phoenix, over half a foot long, danced in pursuit. Ahead, seven or eight other small figures, each over half a foot tall, also raised their weapons and charged forward.

By the Pool of Immortality Transformation, Pang Bo's eyes gleamed. "The weapons these small figures wield are all jade artifacts," he remarked, "they're probably not much worse than my Nine Divine Weapons!"

People were horrified. What kind of creatures were these? So short, yet each unbelievably powerful; no one could resist them.

"The creature on the chariot, enveloped by divine halos," someone exclaimed, "in this era, aside from the Old Madman and the Victorious Fighting Buddha of Mount Sumeru, probably no one else is its match!"

"I feel a power that can destroy everything," another said. "That creature and the red-haired humanoid are almost at the Saint level; their combat power is terrifying."

The patriarch-level figures rushed up the mountain where the Pool of Immortality Transformation was located. At this point, only the Primordial Azure Lotus and the Great Emperor Sword present could suppress the powerful enemies; otherwise, they would die no matter where they fled.

"The might of an Ancient Great Emperor must not be profaned," the humanoid creature declared, as if announcing a doomsday judgment. "You have disturbed his slumber; you can only atone with death."

The red-haired humanoid roared, shattering corpses on the ground by the Immortal Pool; many people died gruesome deaths.

Several Source Art grandmasters from the Eastern Barren Lands, their red hair bristling, no longer writhing, rose from the ground and stood beside him. Their eyes glowed with a faint bloody light, devoid of all human emotion.

"What kind of monster is this?" people cried in terror. "How is it contagious?!"

Daoist Red Dragon and Peacock King held the Primordial Azure Lotus, while the Great Xia Emperor had the Great Emperor Sword suspended above his head. The two Imperial Weapons shone brilliantly, seemingly capable of piercing through past, present, and future.

Most people knelt on the ground, unable to withstand the ancient Great Emperor's oppressive might. The Third Generation Source Heavenly Master's eyes gleamed with a bloody light; he no longer retreated and prepared to strike again.

Seeing him like this, even the few individuals wielding Imperial Weapons muttered amongst themselves, realizing that if a full-scale battle erupted, it was uncertain who would live or die.

Ultimate Imperial Weapons were indeed formidable, capable of annihilating Saints, but how many strikes could they unleash? With the group of jade sprites in hot pursuit, it was impossible to constantly activate the Imperial Weapons due to their immense energy consumption.

A group of cultivators found themselves trapped in front of the Pool of Immortality Transformation, caught between a rock and a hard place, unable to advance or retreat. Even the patriarch-level figures were intimidated, unsure of what to do.

"First, let's kill the red-haired humanoid," the Great Xia Emperor discussed with Daoist Red Dragon. "But how do we deal with the dozen or so jade sprites behind it?"

At this moment, the Third Generation Source Heavenly Master, sensing their apprehension, roared, and over a dozen streaks of bloody light burst from his body. Many more screams followed.

Without exception, all the Dragon Vein Surveyors from Central Province fell victim to it, transforming into red-haired humanoid creatures resembling vengeful spirits.

At the same time, Ye Fan's Golden Saint Blood burned once more within him, repelling a layer of sinister power.

"Damn it," someone exclaimed, "now it's hard to tell what's real and what's fake! He has taken over so many bodies; which one is the host for his main soul?"

Everyone was alarmed, keenly realizing that the Third Generation Source Heavenly Master was splitting his soul, meaning he could still escape even if an Imperial Weapon struck.

"Those who grew red hair are all Source Art Masters and Dragon Surveyors," Ye Fan murmured to himself. "Could it be that those who frequently traverse deep underground veins have already been marked by a terrifying imprint?"

At the same time, the foot-long qilin, pulling the ancient chariot, arrived on the mountaintop. Peacock King and the Great Xia Emperor, both wielding Imperial Weapons, didn't know which side to attack first.

"True Imperial Weapons, what a feast," the small figure on the chariot sneered. "Our Great Emperor happens to lack weapons; present them all to him."

"It seems you're tired of living," Daoist Red Dragon growled, raising the Primordial Azure Lotus to sweep forward.

"Do you think I'm afraid of you?" the small figure retorted. "Our Lord has long since become a Great Emperor. In this Land of Ascension, he is the ruler; everything is at his disposal."

In front of the qilin chariot, eight small figures, each over half a foot tall, held command banners. They positioned themselves in eight directions and began a heaven-worshipping ritual, while the small green dragon and the red-blooded divine phoenix, both over half a foot long, began to resonate.

The Qinling Mountains violently shook as boundless dragon energy surged into the sky, converging into a massive true dragon that coalesced overhead, looking down. Its dragon might was like a vast sea, stifling those below.

"This is the Myriad Ages Dragon Vein; all its dragon power has burst forth to contend with the Imperial Weapons!" people exclaimed in astonishment. This was Central Province's strongest dragon vein, enduring for ten thousand ages and stretching for millions of miles, having long since given birth to an ancestral root deity possessing incredible power.

"They're using Central Province's ancestral root to fight against Ultimate Imperial Weapons!"

People were shocked. Central Province's most powerful ancestral root, representing its great destiny, was now being used to confront Ancient Great Emperor's weapons, illustrating the direness of the situation.

If the dragon power were dispersed, Central Province would undergo drastic changes, and heaven knows what terrible consequences would follow, as it would signify the collapse of the earth's essence.

Thus, it was clear how powerful and terrifying Imperial Weapons were, requiring the entire vast destiny of Central Province to contend with them—a display of unmatched dominance and might.

"Humans, what if you have Imperial Weapons?" cried the humanoid creature enveloped by 108 divine halos. "Our Great Emperor is still alive; he will emerge. Who among you can resist him?"

However, its body trembled uncontrollably, utterly suppressed by the Ultimate Imperial Weapons. Even as powerful as it was, it could not withstand the pervasive aura of the Ancient Great Emperor.

However, neither side struck. A collision between the Qinling Great Dragon and the Imperial Weapons would be catastrophic. For now, they merely deterred each other; no one dared to make a move unless absolutely necessary.

"Hmph."

Peacock King coldly snorted, saying, "Central Province's great destiny is already barely enough to contend with one Imperial Weapon. We have two here; what will you use to suppress them?"

Suddenly, a cold snort echoed from deep within the earth. A wisp of imperial might surged forth, and the power of the Imperial Weapons immediately diminished significantly, almost completely sealed.

"What? Is there really a Great Emperor?"

People were stunned. Many had thought the jade sprites were merely trying to intimidate them, but now they knew there truly was a supreme being slumbering deep within the earth's veins.

"Ignorant humans, you have disturbed the Great Emperor," the humanoid creature standing on the chariot shouted. "Even death cannot wash away your sins. Present the Imperial Weapons!"

On the other side, the Third Generation Source Heavenly Master, leading over a dozen red-haired creatures, walked step by step towards Ye Fan, pressing closer with boundless killing intent.

Ye Fan activated his Source Art; layer after layer of patterns flew out, imprinting themselves in the void. It was precisely the secret technique recorded in the Source Heaven Book.

At this moment, the Third Generation Source Heavenly Master's body stiffened, and he was momentarily lost in thought, even appearing somewhat dumbfounded.

"Grandmaster!" Ye Fan called out.

The Third Generation Source Heavenly Master let out a low growl, and blood tears actually rolled from his eyes, filled with boundless despair and sorrow as he reached out as if to grasp something.

Ye Fan was stunned, wondering what the Source Heavenly Master had truly encountered to bear such an expression. What was the inauspiciousness of his later years truly like?

However, the Third Generation Grandmaster suddenly lifted his head, all emotion vanishing to reveal an endlessly cold aura, and pounced forward with lightning speed.

*Whoosh!*

Ye Fan was horrified. He activated the "Line" character secret, disappearing in a flash and reappearing in front of Peacock King. The Primordial Azure Lotus trembled, and the red-haired creature screamed, flipping backward and daring not to approach.

"Ahhh..."

Screams rose one after another as the Third Generation Source Heavenly Master continuously attacked, killing everyone he saw. No one could resist him.

The Primordial Azure Lotus and the Great Emperor Sword were blocked by the Qinling Great Dragon and the near-imperial killing intent, respectively. Those wielding them dared not divert their attention to block.

"It's a dream-level divine marrow," someone speculated. "It must have gained sentience and transformed into a human form. Could it have truly ascended and become a Great Emperor?"

"Ahhh!"

Screams rose simultaneously as both the Third Generation Source Heavenly Master and the creature enveloped by 108 divine halos unleashed a massacre. Even several patriarch-level figures perished.

This was a catastrophe. Powerless to resist, people cried out, scattering towards the Great Emperor Sword and the Primordial Azure Lotus in search of protection.

"Humanity is nothing more than this!" the humanoid creature on the qilin ancient chariot sneered cruelly. "With strength like yours, are you fit to rule this land? You are truly too weak, utterly vulnerable!"

People knew that even if the Old Madman or the Victorious Fighting Buddha of Mount Sumeru arrived, they might not be able to solve the problem. The terrifying, emperor-like existence within the dragon vein radiated an increasingly potent aura of majesty and was about to emerge.

"Ahhh..."

A young girl cried out as she was run over by the qilin stone chariot. Her vibrant life, in its blooming age, was brutally ended, crushed into two pieces.

"Too weak," the creature on the chariot sneered repeatedly. "These human creatures are truly vulnerable, comparable to ants."

Not far away, the Third Generation Source Heavenly Master, exhibiting demonic tendencies, was covered in blood. Countless corpses lay on the ground, and he had swallowed an unknown number of hearts.

"Are you what they call 'strong'?" the humanoid creature on the chariot cried out. "You are indescribably weak!"

*Splash!*

As this mountain of corpses and a sea of blood ebbed and flowed, water splashed in the immortal lake, and a piece of green copper appeared. A small green lotus grew on it, swaying with azure brilliance.

*Whoosh!*

The light and shadow flashed, and the small green lotus transformed. A majestic male figure appeared, walking step by step out of the lake and onto the shore. With a sweep of his gaze, azure light burst forth.

"Ahhh..."

On the chariot, the creature enveloped by 108 divine halos let out a shriek and instantly broke into three pieces.

What kind of power was this? A mere glance from his gaze caused the terrifying creature, which had massacred patriarchs, to break apart. It was truly mind-boggling.

"Emperor Qing!"

"It's actually Emperor Qing!"

"Emperor Qing isn't dead; he's actually still alive!"

Some demon lords shrieked, and some holy lords exclaimed, all turning pale with fright.

Emperor Qing had only passed away ten thousand years ago, and immortal great powers possessed his portraits. This majestic man was undoubtedly Emperor Qing; there was no mistake.

"That's right, it's Emperor Qing; he truly isn't dead..." Xiang Yufei, the Middle Emperor and Prodigy from nine thousand years ago, was momentarily stunned.

"Ancestor!" Yan Ruyu cried out in alarm.

"Emperor Qing has been alive all this time..." In the sick old man's eyes, stars flickered and faded.